I may only be 2 yrs old but I can tell my Mummy and Daddy exactly what I need (want). My actions speak much louder than my words!
When I put on the wrong shoes, or when Mummy gives me the wrong biscuit I scream and shout. It’s the only way I know how to tell my Mummy ‘I Love You’!!
When you helped me with my colouring book, teaching me to keep in between the lines. I kept scribbling all over the page so hard that the paper ripped and I drew all over the table!
That was so much fun and I tried to say sorry by drawing a heart on your arm but you took the pens off me.
When you lovingly cooked me a hot delicious, nutritious meal and I said “urghh don’t like it” so that Daddy will play the aeroplane game with me. I push the food off the fork and it goes all over the floor! You say “no dessert for you unless you eat your dinner!” It’s so funny that game, and you let me play that one nearly every night!
I leave you my favourite stickers on the doors and walls so that when you are on your own they will remind you of me!
I tore a page from my favourite book to keep under my bed. It reminds me of when you do that funny wolf noise in the story and he comes to eat the children and we scream and shout together.
I look at that page every night and the safest place I can keep it is be under my bed.
And sometimes when I’m tired and I shout out things like ‘Put Dora on TV! ’ or ‘I want sweeties! ’, what I’m really saying is ‘I love you’.
I love to empty your purse of all those receipts and rip them up! That’s me letting you know that there’s no need to return those clothes you bought because you look beautiful in all of them!
You get annoyed when I play with your lipstick but that’s because I want to be like you Mummy and look like you Mummy.
Finally, when you are rushing to get me to nursery and you need to get to work and I take so long to do ANYTHING!
I take my time eating my porridge and spill a bit on my top so you have to change my clothes.
I put my shoes on the wrong feet and ask you to help me.
You get annoyed when you do my hair and I pull it all out. I sometimes throw a tantrum and hide under the table.
But the truth is, once I’m at nursery I won’t get to see you for the rest of the day.
In fact I do all this at bedtime too because I want to spend every minute I can with you.
I love you.
Can you pass me that biscuit please and pop Peppa Pig on TV before bed? X